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So it is here !Sixth birthday of this place I own(That adds power,doesn't it ? ).There is not much you can do to prolong the life of a dying person, can you ? Except of course, using an artificial life support system). Maybe you wonder why I write about death and other ugly things on a birthday (The blog's birthday, in case you've forgotten).I'll tell you why. Because I'm scared. Scared because this blog might die. I do not write anymore, and even if I do, it is redundantly moron-ish.Like, I've lost it forever.Before the final death knell, I would like to enumerate the good things that this place gave me( This sounds so rude and text-book-ish).Number one, it gave me an outlet to speak in turbulent times.It is not that I suffered huge heartbreaks but I had other 'serious' issues growing up. Now I don't even recall why I was so morose at times. Number two, it improved my language skills. I wrote absolute crap when I started and gradually, over months,…

There is no such thing as a "broken family." Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you. ― C. JoyBell C. He sighed. Why was he here ? To witness her wedding ? To simply watch the woman he loved marry another person ? No. That is not fair. He certainly deserved her. He had never felt so alive before meeting her. At that instant, she showed up. He remembered everything in a flash. He needed to smile. It was his sister's wedding after all.